I haven't tested again, because there's not really any need to. It's not like I go out a lot or anything.
Tamara didn't test positive until several days after me, and as of this morning was still testing positive (she has to work from home until she has a negative test).
Nine days after testing positive, every time I think I've "turned the corner" I start feeling like hell again. One day I'll make my goal of 11,000 steps, the next I feel like I got run over by a truck by the time I've walked maybe 3,000.
Today, I decided to see if I can rest my way through this thing. Spent pretty much all day in bed, and am planning to head back that way shortly. And if I still feel completely worn out in the morning, I'll probably do a bunch of napping tomorrow as well.
Update, Saturday evening: I'm now about 36 hours into a "do the absolute minimum I need to do, go back to bed" thing. I doubt I've rested this much in 30 years. Still feeling tired and hazy, though. And tomorrow I really have to get back to regular work.
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